Triple D Dude Ranch
By Beverly Ovalle
Published by Secret Cravings Publishing
October 4, 2014
Blurb:
Blaire is a freelance photographer on assignment. She is
heading home to Texas, armed with her camera to do a photo feature for the
Tribune. Taking photos of the dude ranch, she gets an eyeful of an uninhibited
cowboy through her lens. The summer heat of Texas has nothing on the heat he
generates in her.
Dan was expecting a photographer but not the sexy urban
cowgirl that arrived. He knew it was hot out, he just hadn’t expected the hot
and sexy woman to make him burn the minute he caught sight of her. One look and
he had to quench this fire inside.
One touch between Dan and Blaire sparks a wildfire that
burns hotter than the Texas summer and is just as hard to put out.
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One look ignites a smolder between Dan and Blaire,
one touch sparks a wildfire that burns out of control, hotter than the Texas sun.
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Graduation
had her moving to Chicago. After a couple of years of living and working there,
she realized that Chicago couldn’t give her the life she thought she’d wanted.
What she wanted was right here in Texas, so when she got this assignment she
packed her bags, subletted her apartment, and headed home.
The GPS
announced she was there. Looking around, Blaire spotted the driveway; it was
hard to miss. The wrought iron arch over the drive simply proclaimed Triple D
Dude Ranch. She frowned. The drive was just as dusty as the road and there was
not a hotel in sight.
Sighing,
Blaire put on her signal and pulled over. She stopped and grabbed her camera. A
picture of the arch, with the wrought iron words showcasing the name, would be
a perfect shot. Blaire opened her door and groaned as the leather made a
sucking sound as she peeled herself off. Maybe she shouldn’t have shucked her
panties at that last stop. She hadn’t thought about peeling herself off the
leather seats, only how infernally hot the day was. Stepping out, she looked
both ways before she minced to the opposite side of the road. The heels of the
unfamiliar and recently purchased cowboy boots and the long drive had made her
a bit wobbly.
Blaire
lifted her camera, uncovering the lens and holding the cap in her hand. No dust
on the lens, she was glad to see. It wouldn’t have surprised her at all if there
were. She felt like every crevice of her body had grit in it. Her cute Western
outfit might never be the same. She felt wilted from head to toe. Lining up the
arch in her lens, Blaire cursed as she dropped the lens cap on the ground. One
of these days she’d remember to attach it with the string to the camera itself.
“Damn
it!” Bending over from the waist, she picked up the cap from the ground; after
all, it was a good opportunity to do one of her daily stretches. Blaire tucked
it in the pocket on the front of her cute little denim skirt as she stood, like
she should have in the first place.
Lining
up the arch once again, Blaire could see that the dust continued, the drive a
little smoother than the road coming in. Shaking her head, she snapped a
picture. Moving around, she tried to capture it from different angles. She
could always delete the ones that didn’t work.
Finishing,
Blaire decided she’d had enough of the arch. There had to be at least one good
one. She started back to the car when she heard a noise and whirled around.
Her
breath caught and she instinctively lifted the camera for a shot. Holy hotness!
That was a real cowboy. Her eyes
widened as she looked through the lens, quickly snapping a picture.
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She was
in a white bandana halter from what he could see. Tied at her nape and waist,
he could see her smooth toned back. Her hair was tied up in a pink bandana and
Dan wondered how long it was. Her short denim cut off skirt gave just a peek at
toned, heart shaped butt cheeks. His gaze traveled lower and he had to stifle a
laugh. She had on four-inch spiked cowboy boots. Pink, no less.
Dan’s
breath caught as she cursed and leaned over to pick something up off the
ground. He had to wonder if she knew he was there. She took a deep breath and
leaned over from her waist. He swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. Raising his
binoculars he confirmed what he thought. No panties; not even the teasing peek
of a thong. As she bent he had a perfect view of her ass and pussy. His cock
grew, throbbing to come out and play. She either thought it was too hot for
panties, or she liked to go commando. Either way Dan was appreciative.
She
stretched further, spreading her legs slightly. Dan wanted to run his hands
over the curve of her ass and sink into the delicate pink folds he was staring
at. He stifled a grown. Her lips spread as she arched down with a groan, giving
him an unrestricted view of her snatch, daring him to fill it. Her clit, which
was nestled there, peeked out like it wanted to be noticed. Boy did he notice!
Dan sat
there on his horse, cock aching as she moved. She twisted and turned with
grace, giving Dan an eyeful. She paid no attention to her surroundings as she
looked through the lens taking shots. Dan loved curves and she had them in
spades. Not only did she have a world class ass and a pussy that was just
begging to be fucked, but the bandana top she wore barely covered her. White,
it was damp and clung to her breasts showcasing her pink nipples through the fabric.
So large, they had to be triple-D’s. He swallowed.
Dan
realized Mike’s warped sense of humor was why he said he had the perfect
photographer. Shaking his head at Mike’s choice Dan grinned. Sending this
particular bombshell with triple-D boobs to the Triple D Dude Ranch was right
up his alley. Watching them quiver as she moved, Dan wanted nothing more than
to latch on and suckle them until her nipples hardened and stood out. Dan
groaned watching her, knowing he would have to call and thank Mike.
His jeans
grew even tighter. Dan shifted on his horse, becoming more uncomfortable as he
watched her. Fumbling, watching through the binoculars, he unbuttoned his Levi’s,
hissing as he scraped against the denim as his cock sprang free. Letting the
reins rest across his leg and making sure his horse would stay steady, he
grabbed and fisted himself. Pumping, he imagined he was inside the pink
glistening pussy of the wannabe cowgirl, he tightened his hand.
Author bio:
Beverly Ovalle lives in
Wisconsin with her husband Edmond of 25 years and two Chinese Water Dragons. Her
son Nicholas visits when he is on leave from the Marines. Her daughter Susannah visits from time to
time to make sure the ‘old’ folks are alive and kicking.
Beverly has traveled
around the world thanks to five years in the US Navy and has worked for the
government in one capacity or another for the past 30 years. Beverly and her
brothers have travelled most of the continental United States as children due
to the station wagon from Hell. Still
active with veterans, she is adjutant for her local AMVETS.
Beverly has been reading
romances since her Aunt Bonnie introduced her to the gothic romance in the
fourth grade and is still reading every chance she gets.
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